You move me from my home; this house is not a home. Home for you it may be but for I it is like a dungeon and I am your pet watching my life disintegrate. You say you no longer want me here but do you truly believe I ,if given the choice, would ever look back? Not for any bribe you bid. In the face of eternity my soul lingers; waiting, waiting, waiting. Whatever you say my Lord. When The Waves Crash Down upon you one last echo will remain; "I am the everlasting rouge wave"
Forever and ever my lines of philosophy will not be forgotten but will be your torturous ways. Lets The Waves Wash Me Out, My Darling.